Thora's POV: I spotted Caleb among those guys and frowned in disgust. The moment he saw me, his face twisted with the same distaste. A classic case of mutual loathing. Whether intentional or not, Felix stepped forward, blocking the line of sight between Caleb and me, greeting the others. "You guys done with training?" I took the opportunity to look away, scanning the other guys around Caleb. During this time, besides coding, I'd been cramming knowledge about this timeline, especially the Astralis Empire's situation. Like Felix, most of these guys were heirs from werewolf military families, sent here for shooting training.In the Astralis Empire, children from werewolf military families had to learn shooting and combat from a young age. This was the foundation for adapting to military operations more quickly after awakening their wolf spirits. After their coming-of-age ceremony at 18, once their awakened wolf spirits stabilized, they still had to pass military assessments and transfer to military academies. So before 18, many came here for special training. One of the guys looked at me curiously. "Who's this? I've never seen her before." Caleb was the first to speak up. "Thora from Silverleaf Pack. An unawakened mixed-blood waste." "Oh, so she's Thora. Does she think dressing like a guy will make her tough? Hahaha!" "Hahaha, being in an Alpha family and still not awakening her wolf. What a waste." Faced with their mockery, I hadn't even reacted yet when Felix's expression turned cold. "Anyone who laughs at my sister again will answer to me!" I raised an eyebrow. I didn't expect this little brat to start defending me. The laughter cut off abruptly. Someone asked carefully, "Felix, didn't you dislike this sister of yours? Why are you ... " Felix shot him a glare and the guy instantly shut up. "Don't get mad, man. We're just joking around. If we upset you guys, we'll apologize," a more diplomatic guy among them smoothed things over, cleverly changing the subject. "Since everyone's got time right now, how about we have a shooting competition?" The suggestion immediately got everyone's support. "Yeah, sounds good!"They were all hot-blooded teenagers. Mention a competition and they got fired up. "If we're competing, we should have stakes. Loser buys dinner tonight." The group settled on the terms and Felix didn't object. Hearing there was a competition, people training nearby crowded over, the instructors supervising trainees looked their way. Staff members brought over their usual firearms, lining them up in a row. "Ten consecutive shots each. Whoever finishes first with the highest total ring score wins," Caleb announced the rules while toying with his gun. In other words, besides accuracy, they were also competing on speed. Felix smirked coldly. "No problem." I didn't join them, leaning against a nearby pillar to rest, casually picking up an empty-chambered handgun to fiddle with. The moment I touched the gun's body, all the blood in my veins seemed to ignite. This hard, cold sensation was all too familiar to me. In this strange world, the only things that gave me complete peace of mind, besides Amie and my abilities, were firearms. I unconsciously tightened my grip on the gun. "Ready—" the referee called out loudly. Instantly, they all assumed their positions, taking shooting stances. My gaze also settled on Felix. "Fire!" Immediately, gunfire erupted like a sudden downpour. Felix and Caleb were the first to finish shooting. "Felix, 98.5 rings." "Caleb, 98.5 rings." The identical scores and speeds resulted in a tie. Caleb and Felix locked eyes, both clearly dissatisfied with the outcome. I could tell that Felix's speed was actually 0.1 seconds faster than Caleb's. This tiny time difference was imperceptible to ordinary people, but on a battlefield, 0.1 seconds could mean the difference between life and death. Moreover, there was wind in Felix's direction just now. Though slight, it still affected the trajectory, causing his bullet to deviate a bit. Without that deviation, Felix's score would have been higher than Caleb's. Suddenly, Caleb looked at me provocatively. "Thora, since you're also from a military family, why don't you give it a shot?"His tone and manner made it crystal clear he wanted to see me embarrass myself. I gave him a cool glance, not understanding how a grown man could be more troublesome than a woman. Seeing my lack of response, Caleb taunted mockingly, "What's wrong, you scared? Don't tell me you're too afraid to even hold a gun?"